Innocence Implied

Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Supernatural, sigh just play with the boys and then send em home again...More or less in the same condition as when I er...

Summary: Dean is 21 and Sam is 17.

This is the continuation of my Innocence Trilogy so if you haven't read them it might pay to go and read them first and then come back here. I promise the story will be here waiting for you when you get back.

PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE CONTINUING…

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please note once again, I do not condone any of kind child abuse, paedophilia, or any kind of sexual abuse perpetrated on children, teenagers or adults. I find it all abhorrent, this story does touch on such issues however and I will endeavour to treat the issues with sensitivity. If this subject matter does offend or upset you too much then please go and find another one of my other stories to read.

S—D

Chapter Six: Am I Really Me? Are You Really You?

Then:

'He looked familiar?' Dean finished for Sam as he wrapped his arm around his little brother and pulled him closer, 'yeah he did, didn't he?'

'L-l-looked l-l-like J-Josh.' Sam muttered through his yawn, 'm't-tired De.'

'Wanna hop up on the bed?'

'N-no, no c-c-c-can't s-sleep,' Sam cried out as he pushed his face against Dean's knee, 'I'll s-s-see th-them a-a-again.'

'Ah Sammy,' Dean pulled at Sam until his brother's face was flush against his chest as his tears fell. Sam felt Dean move him closer and let go of his brother's pants leg instead he fisted his hand in the back hem of Dean's shirt. Hot tears fell down Sam's whiter than white face soaking into Dean's shirt but neither brother cared as both were lost in their own horrors and memories of the last few hours.

Now:

Josh staggered out of the building and promptly threw up, he had been holding it in as long as humanly possible but he had to get out and get some fresh air and he had to purge the foulness settled in his stomach.

'Dammit, fucking hell dammit.' He swore while kicking dirt over his puddle of vomit and bile, he swiped the back of his hand over his mouth before pulling out his hip flask and took a deep slug from it. He knew he had to get back in there but enough was enough, he straightened his shoulders took another drink from his flask and marched inside ready to make his excuses and get out of there before the boys recognised him.

The boys … how am I going to tell John without getting killed? The thought ran through his mind as he strode down the long passage into the main area. Formally a large factory space the two perverts had it transformed it into a large dining area, with dark red velvet curtains as a backdrop, the long table was heavy dark oak with matching chairs fitted with dark red velvet cushions. Two rows of standing candelabras on either side of the table gave most of the lighting as well as six smaller ones spread along the table. All of the staff were young men no older than Dean and a few probably younger than Sam, they moved with silent precision as they served the meals and drinks. Twelve men were seated at the table, all dressed in tuxedos and masks to designate their personas for the night. Several of them had young boys with them; all dressed the same as Sam and Dean, in white cotton pants, shirts and vests with white slippers on their feet. Collars fastened around their throats and chains fastened to small hoops on the armrests of the chairs. Josh sat at the end of the table with the other men who were on their own, and had a perfect view of the "sons" on offer for the evening.

His heart broke when he finally caught a glimpse of Sam and Dean and for the first time that night was grateful for that mask covering his face and hiding his emotions. It took all of his inner resolve and control not to jump up and to start shooting his way to the boys; he had to be smart and had to time everything just right. He was grossly outnumbered by the guests and the partly concealed guards who he was sure were well armed. He forced himself to stare at the boys as though he was appraising stock. Dean looked shell-shocked, his face gaunt and eyes with dark smudges stood out on his pale face. His lips swollen and cut but all Josh could see was the defeated, almost submissive posture of the eldest brother. Sam, Sam made his heart break even more, the poor kid looked wrecked in more ways than just physically, they had hacked his hair short, battered and bruised and had a nasty looking brace fixed on his leg. He also had an air of submissiveness and brokenness about him but it was the lost-little-boy-look on his face that was Josh's undoing.

The boys were forced to kneel by the chairs of their captors, the pain it caused Sam was evident on his face, with his braced leg twisted beneath him, his so-called father seemingly oblivious to his distress.

As he forced himself to play his part Josh made conversation with the men either side of him hoping to garner information about the ring from them. He turned to the older man on his left and nodded happily at him, 'nice night huh?'

'Yes they do a great party don't they?' The man smiled back at Josh.

'I'm Hawkman,' Josh offered his hand to the man noticing the clammy and damp palm when they shook hands.

'I'm Rooster,' the man replied, 'is this your first party?'

'Yeah I was out of town when they held their last one,' Josh said, 'they've got good looking sons haven't they.'

'Yeah they lucked out with those two that's for sure apparently they were able to adopt them at a young age. They're both so well behaved.'

'You haven't a son here?'

'No, my son ahh passed away earlier this year.'

'Ah I'm sorry about that, if you don't mind me asking … how?'

Rooster smirked and rubbed his chin, 'accident … he was eighteen and was killed by a hit and run driver.'

'Ah that kind of accident huh?'

'Yeah m'looking for another son to adopt now, been looking for one around five or six years old.' Rooster adjusted himself and then took a drink of his wine before continuing to describe what kind of son he would like to "adopt".

S—D

After the meal, the members of the party mingled in another section once again decorated with the dark red velvet curtains, large couches and chairs all in the same material as the curtains with black satin cushions scattered over them, a black shag pile rug covered the floor and a fire roared in purposely built fireplace. The silent waiting staff handed around copious amounts of brandy in crystal glasses along with cigars and small pieces of chocolate.

The "sons" of the men all stood in a line along one wall save for Sam and Dean who were forced to remain at next to their "fathers". 'Hawkman have you met David and Sean?' Claude pulled Josh aside and waved at the boys standing between him and Ed, Josh heaved a silent sigh of relief when both Sam and Dean kept their eyes downcast and appeared to be unaware of their surroundings.

'They are fine boys they have grown up very … nice.' Josh smiled politely, 'you've done an excellent job with them.'

'Yeah they are a source of pride for me and Ed.' Claude smirked proudly and then moved on to join Ed in showing their boys off.

S—D

Josh pulled his truck over to the side and hurried to meet the others who were waiting, well hidden behind another vacant factory. He ripped the mask off and threw up again before he pulled himself together and meet a very impatient and angry looking John Winchester.

'You're a fucking luck man Josh,' John snarled, 'these idiots thought that slipping me a micky just before you left was going to keep me away.'

'John … calm down I – I have news and we have to be quick before they leave and we miss them.'

'Where are they Josh? Where are my boys?' John raged his spittle hitting Josh's face.

'They were there, I don't think they recognised me, don't think that they actually looked up once the entire evening.'

'What do you mean Joshua?' Jim asked placing a light restraining hand on John's forearm, 'were they alright?'

'I never got to speak to them, Ed and Claude never left them alone for a second. One thing while I was there they didn't let anyone touch them, they just wanted to show them off.'

'I swear Joshua…'John once again moved as though he was going to physically attack the other man.

'Dammit shut up and listen to me John we don't have much time, I heard Claude say to a couple of them that they were welcome to go back to their home with them. Two of them with their own "sons" were invited,' Josh made air quote marks when he said sons, 'I'm not sure what they were planning for the boys but I don't think it was good.'

'How long do ya think afore they're leaving?' Bobby asked stepping forward, he had kept very quiet and thoughtful throughout the discussion, 'we gonna follow em and then what?'

'We go in and get my boys back.' John turned to stare at Bobby, 'kill em and salt and burn their perverted carcasses.'

'John … Claude is definitely wearing a meatsuit, someone brought him back.' Josh tried to get through to the man but he was fighting a losing battle.

'If you don't want to fight your new friends Josh then go home we don't need you here.' John sneered.

'I'm not leaving John and they are not my friends. Now will you listen to me, Sam looks bad really bad.'

'How bad are the boys Joshua?' Jim asked worry etched across his craggy face.

'They hacked off Sam's hair, the bastards cut his hair.' Josh's voice started to break as he described Sam's and then Dean's conditions. 'They both had numerous bruises and cuts, they had a brace on Sam's bad leg, I couldn't tell what other injuries on them coz they were dressed to cover them. Dean looked ill, his skin looks grey and he looks gaunt. They both looked … for the lack of a better word they looked broken.'

S—D

'De?' Sam whispered as he pressed his face against Dean's chest.

'Yeah Sammy … I'm here with ya.'

'Am I really me?' Sam asked his voice cracking with unshed tears, 'are you really you or are we really David and Sean?'

'Whatcha talking about Sam?' Dean tugged at his brother to get him to sit up a little so they can look at each other.

'I don't feel like me anymore.' Sam said as he tried to focus on Dean's face, 'don't feel me.'

'You're here with me Sammy, you're my pain in the ass little brother Sam Winchester and I am your awesome and handsome big brother Dean Winchester.' Dean tried to sound confident and strong for his brother but he failed miserably, his voice cracked and wavered and his eyes were dull and lifeless. 'We are real Sammy.'

'N-no, no De we don't … if we did then they wouldn't … what they are … m'not here no more don' wanna be here no more.' The little-boy-lost look on Sam's pale face broke the last of Dean's resolve and his tears fell as he hugged Sam tightly.

'They can't touch us anymore Sammy, you hear me I won't let em touch us anymore.' Dean vowed huskily, 'we're getting out Sammy one way or the other.'

'P-promise?'

'Promise Sammy if we can't escape together then we'll find a way to go out together.' Dean rested his chin on Sam's head. 'They're not gonna do anything to us again Sam.'

S—D

Ed stared out the living room window and chewed his thumbnail nervously, he had a bad feeling that they were being watched and it more than worried him. 'Claude I think we should move the boys.'

'What? Why no one knows where we are and we have all of our toys here.' Claude sighed and poured two large glasses of whiskey, 'you're just jittery.'

'No it's more than that, someone's watching us Claude I can feel it.' Ed downed his drink and then slammed his empty glass on the windowsill. 'I can't lose him again Claude, I won't lose him.'

'No one's losing anyone Ed, you have to calm down.'

'That bastard Winchester is out there I know it, one of the newbies at the party tipped em off I just know it.'

'You're getting paranoid Ed, calm down.' Claude blinked and stared at Ed with black eyes, a malicious smile fixed on his face, 'now I think we need something to get your mind off your worries. How about we introduce our boys to our playroom?'

'Sounds good.' Ed agreed as he stared out the window once again, unable to look at the freaky eyes of his friend, 'sounds like a plan.'

S—D

Sam's cries of terror filled the silence, interspersed with Dean's cussing and threats as Ed and Claude dragged the boys apart and forced them into another room, their special playroom.

The sound of smashing wood drowned out the sobbing and cries of pain, men shouted and guns were fired. The silence was gone, ripped to shreds with the onslaught of violence, room by room the invaders searched until they found their prey.

Ed cowered in a corner behind Claude who smiled and let his eyes go black as he used his demonic mojo to fight the hunters. He had Jim and Josh pinned against the wall with just a thought; the recognition hitting him as he stared at his captives. 'Hawkman … a.k.a. Joshua I thought that you were solid, that you were one of us.'

'Never you sick freak.' Josh spat out as he strained against the invisible force holding him frozen against the wall.

While Claude was occupied with Josh and Jim he failed to notice Bobby as he slipped into the room and moved stealthily towards Ed, John stood larger than life in the doorway, his gun aimed at the possessed man's back. 'Gotcha you fucking bastard.' He growled as he took aim and shot Claude.

The man's body slumped to the floor as a large cloud of oily black smoke escaped from his mouth and slithered out of the room. Ed took in the other men now surrounding him he knew that he was not going to last long if he stayed where he was. Just before Bobby could reach him Ed pulled Dean to his feet and brandished a large knife, holding it across Dean's throat. 'Stay where you are or David will die.' He snarled as he edged towards the doorway.

'There's nowhere for ya to go, let Dean go.' Bobby said as he kept his gun trained on Ed but was unable to get a clear shot, the coward made sure that Dean was between them.

'I'm gonna take my boy and leave and aint nothing you can do about it.' Ed sneered pushing at the near catatonic young man in his arms.

'Let my son go you bastard.' John stepped closer to the deranged man holding his eldest son as a human shield.

'He is mine Winchester, David is my son!' Ed pressed the knife even harder against Dean's throat eliciting a gasp of pain and a smearing of blood on the blade.

'Dean?' John stepped back slightly but kept his gun up and ready to fire.

'D-Dad?' Dean blinked and tried to focus on the man in front of him who sounded so familiar, but as he became more aware of his surroundings he also became aware of the knife at this throat and Ed's acrid breath hot on the back of his neck. 'What the…?'

'You and me are getting out of here David, so just tell them to get outta the way now.' Ed said pulling Dean closer to him.

'What? No … No where's Sam?' Dean struggled against the iron-like grip holding him prisoner.

'You do what I say boy or your brother is dead.' Ed threatened the disorientated younger man as he pushed him towards the door. 'Follow us and no one will have David alive.'

S—D

Ed pulled the struggling Dean out of the front door and then fought to keep his footing when Dean stumbled and started to topple down the front steps. Angrily he let go of his captive and kicked him sharply in his back. Crouching down he grabbed Dean's chin and forced him to look up, 'this is not over boy, you're mine and no one else's … just remember I'll be back for ya.' He forced a hard kiss on Dean's lips and then ran off disappearing in wooded area bordering the property.

'Dean?' John yelled as he burst out of the house and ran to his son who laid still in the dirt and mud. 'Oh god Dean!' He skidded to a stop and dropped to his knees terrified to check to see if Dean was still alive. 'Ah son.' He wept cradling his alive but unconscious son to his chest.

Josh and Jim followed John outside ready to search the grounds for Ed and Dean while Bobby stayed inside to find Sam.

S—D

'John is he alright?' Jim asked placing a hand on the hunter's shoulder.

'Huh? Yeah, yeah my son, my boy he's alive.' John wept with relief, 'Ed was gone before I got out here.'

'We'll go and search for him John, do you need help with him?'

'No, no I just want to get Dean to a hospital.' John answered running a hand over Dean's face.

'Get Dean to a hospital?' Jim blinked confused, he glanced over at Josh and then returned his attention back to John, 'John we have to find Sam and get him to hospital as well.'

'Huh? Look I'll meet ya at the hospital okay?' John moved to pick Dean up in his arms when his son started to stir and open his eyes. 'Dean?'

'Sammy? Dad where's Sam? Where's Sammy?'

'I'm sure Sam's fine Dean, I've gotta get you to a hospital son.' John said as he went to pick his son up again.

'No dad, where's Sam? What happened to my brother?' Dean struggled against his father's grip, 'Jim? Josh where's Sam? What happened?'

'Bobby's looking for him inside Dean.' Jim said as he helped the younger man to his feet, ignoring the death glare John sent his way. 'Do you know where he could be?'

'Help me inside.' Dean asked the cleric.

'No Dean we have to get you to hospital.' John insisted angrily. 'You could have internal injuries, god knows what that bastard did to you.'

'You lost the plot or what John?' Josh yelled as he dragged the bigger man to his feet, 'you have another son in there who needs his daddy.'

John blinked and pulled his fist back to his Josh when he shook his head and swayed slightly, 'we've got to get him to hospital, Ed had a knife to his throat dunno what he might have done…' John's head snapped back when Josh's hand connected with his cheek. 'What the…?'

'Snap out of it John.' Josh yelled ready to slap sense into the man again.

'Josh what the hell?'

'You got two sons John Winchester, two sons … Sam is in there and he needs his daddy just as much as Dean does.'

'Sam? Where's Sam?' John blinked and stared around him confused, 'where's Sammy?'

'Dammit John pull yerself together.' Josh hissed, 'Dean son, you need help there?'

'No don't touch me,' Dean jumped at the contact and stared at the three men in front of him. 'S-sorry Josh.'

'Nah don't sweat it kid.' Josh said unsure if Dean's reaction was because he knew that Josh was at the party or if it was something else.

S—D

Bobby opened a cupboard door and felt his crusty old heart start to shatter, thumping hard against his chest when he looked down at the terrified teenager hidden away.

'Sam?' Bobby crouched down and kept his hands open and held in front trying to look as unthreatening as possible. 'Sam it's me, it's Bobby.'

'No, no trick, it's a trick.' Sam shook his head and tried to press himself further into the closet.

'No trick kiddo, yer daddy and pastor Jim's here too with Josh he helped us find ya.'

'D-Dean where's Dean? Whatcha do with Dean?' Sam cried out, 'Dean? Where are ya Dean?'

'I can take ya to him Sam, want me to take ya to Dean?' Bobby asked tenderly reaching out a hand to the distraught teenager. Blinking furiously Sam looked at the proffered hand and up at the familiar face before nodding slightly.

Heaving a sigh of relief Bobby helped Sam out of the cupboard and then let him make the first move, 'B-Bobby?' Sam tried to focus on the face in front of him and that ever present cap, he was not Claude or Ed and he felt safe. Tentatively Sam held out his arm and let Bobby help him limp out into the main part of the room, limping heavily and moving lethargically Sam started to lean heavier on Bobby, relying on the older man to keep him upright. 'Hurts Bobby.' He whispered.

'Sammy?' Dean's called frantically as he let Jim help him back into the house.

His frantic call roused the youngest Winchester enough for him to call out to his brother, desperate to be with the only one he can be sure of. 'Dean!'

S—D

Refusing to be separated Dean and Sam held onto each other as they were shepherded out to the impala, John slid in behind the wheel while Bobby claimed shotgun. Jim and Josh decided to wait for the police to come and then would join them at the hospital.

The two boys huddled together in the backseat; they refused to look up or to speak to John and Bobby. They were confused, hurting and terrified of where they were being taken now. Ed told Dean that he would be coming for him; did that mean they were being taken to him now?

'Am I really me Dean?' Sam whispered as he twisted his fingers with Dean's, 'who we really?'

'You're my baby brother that's all I need to know.' Dean whispered back unaware of the two men listening from the front seat.

Bobby looked over at John and knew by the look on his face that their father had heard their whispers too, 'they're gonna be alright John it's just gonna take time.'

'I – I dunno this time Bobby, what if I lost my boys forever?' John glanced at his sons in the rear vision mirror and swallowed deeply to stop himself from crying. Sam rested his head against Dean's chest, his brother's arms wrapped around his frail shoulders tightly; it was as though they were drawing strength from each other.

S—D

'Dean!' Sam screamed as prying hands tried to remove him from his brother's embrace, 'no leave me alone, Dean.'

'Let him go Sammy!' Dean fought back, sending one of the orderlies flying backwards from a hard punch to his cheek, 'touch him and die.' He growled placing himself between Sam and their perceived danger. Although he was swaying and shaking so hard that he could fall over any second didn't seem to register with him, for Dean all he knew was that there was another threat to Sammy.

'We need to examine the two of you.' One of the male nurses said as he once again tried to separate them.

'Try and die.' Dean threatened again, he could feel Sam's hand snag the back of his shirt and hang on, the small movement grounding him. 'No one is taking my brother from me.'

'What the hell is going on here?' John's baritone voice broke through the arguments silencing everyone. The male nurses and orderlies all turned to see a large, scruffy looking man with a dangerous glint in his eyes standing in the doorway next to the doctor.

'They refuse to be separated, we can't do anything with them.' The orderly who was sporting a black eye and probable fractured nose said, 'the punk punched me.'

'The what?' the doctor stepped in ahead of the irate man next to him, 'go and get cleaned up Arnold, Ray you go and help him we'll be fine with just Christie and Tara helping us.'

'But doctor they're violent and unco-operative one of us should stay here.' The orderly called Ray protested.

'They are violent because these two boys have been abused and traumatised, if you had bothered to wait instead of rushing in like a bull at the gate you would know.'

'Yeah well I don't think it's safe for you to be in here with them and just female nurses.' Ray insisted, 'he broke Arnold's nose.'

'This is not up for debate Ray,' the doctor said able to assert his authority without raising his voice, causing John to stand back and watch with a bemused look on his face as a complete stranger defended his sons.

Disgruntled but silenced the men pushed past John and the doctor, leaving them alone with Dean and Sam and the two nurses, Christie and Tara.

'Dean, Sammy boys it's alright now.' John said as he crossed the room to stand in front of Dean, 'stand down son, it's okay.'

'D-Dad?' Dean blinked up at his father as the adrenaline rush faded into oblivion and his knees started to buckle. John moved with slow and deliberate movements and as unthreatening as possible to help Dean onto the gurney next to the one holding Sam. Once he had his son safely on it, John released the brakes and pushed the gurney against the other one. The guilt for forgetting Sam in the midst of his own shock settled like a dead weight on his shoulders and John was determined to never allow that to happen again. If his sons needed to be as close together as possible then he would make sure it would happen.

'Boys, this is Doctor Shawn Collins, will you let him look after you?'

'Sam's hurt, please doc can you help him?' Dean asked keeping his gaze downcast, unable to look into the eyes of the older man.

John watched horrified as his once powerful, confident and cocky eldest son, acted submissively, passively especially after his brief spurt of adrenaline. He was reverting back to the terrified and silent child he had become after the first time Ed had kidnapped him. It terrified John to think that this time; there may be no snapping out of it for Dean and Sam, Sammy his baby who may be permanently crippled from the damage done to his knee and ankle looked like a terrified child, curled in on himself as much as he could considering the narrowness of the gurney, his own length and that horrific brace still on his leg. He looked so fragile, so young and yet at the same time so much older than his tender years.

S—D

'Sam can I have a look at your leg?' Doctor Collins asked waiting for the boy to give his permission to touch him before he went about removing the contraption. The heat that radiated from both knee and ankle joints made him shudder before he actually touched the limb. 'Were you made to walk on this?'

'A little but I usually helped him.' Dean answered for his brother. The doctor nodded thoughtfully as he cut the leg of Sam's cotton pants instead of removing them completely. 'Christie ring orthopaedics and get Sherry down here ASAP, then ring imaging and tell them we need a portable x-ray for knee and ankle films.'

'What is it Doc?' John asked paling a little more when he saw the swollen, and bruised mess of his baby's leg.

'There's a lot of fluid in both joints we'll have to drain them before any real assessment can be done but I want Sherry to look at him first. She's the head of the orthopaedics here and an excellent surgeon, I can't recommend her highly enough.'

'Okay but what do you think Doc? Will Sam be?'

'We'll worry bout that when the time comes John, now Sam will you let me take a look at the rest of your injuries?'

Sam looked at Dean for reassurance before he nodded and submitted to the doctor's ministrations. By the time the doctor had finished cataloguing all of Sam's injuries, his patient had lost consciousness and was oblivious to the painful examination of his damaged leg when the surgeon came in. she manipulated the swollen joints, conducted the x-rays herself as well as the joint aspiration to remove as much of the fluid as she could.

'We will have to operate, do an arthroscope to see exactly the extent of the damage to both knee and ankle from there we can workout the best form of treatment and rehabilitation.'

'What do you think though will Sam recover full use of his leg?' John asked Sherry after her part of Sam's examination finished.

'I can't really say until I have a good look in the joints themselves Mister …?'

'Murphy, but call me John.'

'Alright John but unfortunately I won't be able to give you a solid answer either way until I can have a look in the joints.' Sherry said as she said her goodbyes and went to organise the surgery for Sam.

'Okay Dean it's your turn.' Doctor Collins said as he washed his hands and turned to examine the older brother, 'ah okay this might be a little easier now.' He said when he saw that Dean had also given into the pain and exhaustion and had slipped into unconsciousness. 'Tara help me roll him over and then we can clean his back.'

'Yes Doctor,' the young nurse said blanching when she saw the damage done to the delicate flesh of Dean's back.

'I hope they got them John.'

'Sorry?' John blinked tiredly and stared at the physician.

'I just said that I hope they got who did this to your sons,' Shawn said.

'One dead and the other … won't be long and they'll get him.' John ground out.

'Death's too good for them.' Shawn muttered as he started to clean out the dead skin, dried blood and puss from the welts crisscrossing his patients back. Some were fresh overlaying older and deeper ones.

S—D

John went into the waiting room and slumped in the closest chair before he acknowledged the presence of his friends.

'How's the boys?' Bobby asked for the three of them.

'They're both in surgery now,' John replied hoarsely, 'they're trying to repair the damage done to Dean's back, a plastic surgeon is working on him, and ah an orthopaedic surgeon is working on Sam's knee and ankle.'

'They're both fighters John, they'll come through this.' Josh said as he pushed a coffee into the distraught father's hands.

'They ahh tried to separate them, Dean laid one of the orderlies out broke his nose,' John smirked, 'they might be able to heal them physically but … but what if I have lost my boys anyway? They might not come back from this, this time. They both had signs of … molestation.'

TBC